What I *didn’t* mention yesterday was that when I got home from the Spa, I was Feeling Like Ca-rrrap, with the chest congestion and the nasal congestion and the sneezing and the dry eyes and the coughing and the hey-hey-hey-it-hurts-me-lord.
So what’s a Good Thing to do when you’re under the weather (and around here lately, ‘under the weather’ means ‘beneath the cold and oppressive sting of absolute zero)?
Build a skating rink.
Good news: the cold and oppressive sting of absolute zero has frozen the ice to a depth of four or five inches in the low parts of the yard. Overnight.
Bad news: coupled with the sitting rinkside in Balgonie and cheering on our team (we won; 5-1, and The Captain nearly got two goals on d-line breakaways), I’m coughing up solid bits of what I assume to be my lungs.
Also bad news: soon, I will post the photos of ‘stuff that came out of my nose after using a neti pot’. Well. That one’s bad news for you. I find it strangely fascinating.